They leave, but not before slipping something under the door.

There was a long pause, and the shadows moved back and forth in the sliver of light beneath the door. “Do that again,” The second voice said lowly, followed by a breathy gasp and an “oh, god. “Let’s go back to my room , okay? I’m horny,” the first girl said, and then a few seconds later, a slip of paper slid under the door, through the narrow gap, and the relative quiet returned. You brush your hand over the smooth ,soft flesh of Ellen’s breast, and for a few seconds trace the tip of your index finger over her harden nipple.

Moaning softly, she presses her body back against yours. Her body feels like heaven against yours. Your cock stiffens quickly and you gently thrust your shaft back and forth over the soft valley of Ellen’s ass. Soon you’re pinned between the wall, and Ellen’s body. Nuzzling her ear and kissing her neck and shoulder, you cup her breast in your hand and squeeze it once before falling back to sleep, your dreams are filled with images of Ellen and Amy, naked or dressed only in lingerie and stockings pleasuring each other or you with their mouths, or the three of you engaged in the gamut of sexual positions and acts.

Then you find yourself in the old bandroom at your high school. Ellen’s is wearing the red and white cheerleading uniform with the short, pleated skirt and white knee high stockings. She’s agitated, and takes your hand, as she leads you to one of the practice rooms. Slamming the door shut behind her, she explains that she only has a half hour until her next class, and her pussy is so wet.

Reaching under her skirt, to the red cheerleading panty beneath, she vulgarly runs her hand back and forth over her mound, before dropping her skirt back into place. “I want you to fuck me before Ms. McKenzie gets here ,“ Ms. McKenzie was one of the new twenty something English teachers that were hired in your senior year at high school. Taking a hold of the bottom of her cheerleading sweater with both hands, Ellen pulled it up and over her head, tossing her golden blonde hair askew.

This is a great dream, Ellen was never anything like this in high school. If you're lucky, maybe Ms. McKenzie will interrupt you and the dream version of Ellen. As the dream continues, Ellen strips off her uniform until she is lying naked, with her legs spread wide, on top of her discarded uniform. Her body is perfect, and without blemish or imperfection. The golden muff of pubic hair between her legs is trimmed in a perfect triangle, and her pink, glistening labia is mouthwatering. Its a dream, so you’re naked in an instant, and standing over Ellen as she beckons you to take her virginity.

The sound of a doorknob rattling distracts you, and in the haze between deep sleep, and awakeness, you’re not sure what’s happening immediately.